4th Planet Fortress

By Mila Clarke

I've found a home

In your arms but

Years have locked the door.

Hand jammed through

The letter box,

Hold on to me

So I don't

Blow away in the breeze.

Clutching tight on

Fingertips gripping

On our memories

Of what it is to feel;

Yours lie lost behind you,

Too far to reach,

Snapped cords,

Broken verses,

Draw them back

Into recall.

Mine await me

Buried in tunnels

Forever unexplored,

Fearful of reaching

Forward into

My future life.

I've been laden

With worldly thoughts,

Worldwide conceptions

Unknown to me,

They've aged me with

No wisdom and

Kept me young

Without youth.

Your eyes locked on

Mine through the keyhole,

I read your every word

Your mouth yearns to

Whisper to me.

Your love pulls me

Close your heart

But your arm still

Holds the door shut.

The stone walls you

Built as your defence

Shade your windows,

You don't recall the light,

Never watch the birds

Flying free,

Haven't seen the

First smile playing

On the lips of the

Youngest child,

Never since the

Scars were new.

Here I am to be

A guardian for

My Angel, but

I can't fly through

Walls of weathered rock,

Nothing gets through.

You can only

Hear the words I

Don't have the strength to say.

Break from your foundations,

This is not

Your home anymore,

It's a prison

With a locked heavy door.

Teach me the pain

Of the last

Dying smile goodbye

So I understand

Why you hold

My happiness so dear.

Help me live

So I can love

And I'll let you

Love to live,

In our castle,

By the beach

With the walls,

On wheels, made of

Open doors,

Love to live for

The love of me.

Please visit our Charity Web Shop - there is something for everyone, including CDs, DVDs, books, wine, toys, cars, furniture, holidays and flights. Every purchase made from the Web Shop brings in commission for our charity for the blind.